Look, young nigga on the road Been gettin' money on the low
Road to success and I'm switchin' lanes It's Christmas time but I ain't playin' no
Games Three hoes, and they go everywhere that we
Go Trio's, say they want Suav but she finna get Riqo
She told me before you get out of line, then you
Get shot like a free throw But now if you get out of line, my Haitians will
Get you in Creole
This is a fact, got hated on just because
I was black I'm in a lac, just re'd up and I'm countin
The stacks Yeah, you can't see a nigga, I'm like Johnny Cena
And I smoke that gasoline, she got that Aquafina
Headed down now a nigga up
Life of movies so a nigga stunt
They just mad cause these niggas suck
And I'ma do what I want, hard work beat talent
But you need a lil' luck,
Click on him, if he rollin' up, pull a blick
On him Spray on him, then tell his mom she gon' pray For him
Spin on him, if he talkin' smack, put a lid
On him Piss on him, he a big opp, then shit on him
Look, real Boston shit, just got this shit, just bought this shit like whoa
They on some shit, real gossip shit, real gothic shit like whoa
Shootin' a shot, I feel like Westbrook, just wont miss like whoa
Offense to defense, offense to defense, offense to defense, go
They see the G in me, now shorties wanna come be with me
She ain't believe in me, now shorties wanna be seen with me
Pullin' up in somethin' crazy, now she wanna get crazy
All my niggas be rockin' the latest, all you niggas fugaze
Wrecked, FIFA, in the back, smokin' reefer Bet, seen him, got no chill like Arenas
Pullin' up with some hitters, ski mask when i come through to drill him
He probably die when I hit him, he probably die with no feelin
Yeah, I don't like none of these niggas, man I wan fight some of these niggas, yeah
I don't like none of these niggas, man I'm a little problematic, cause we got some
Static Told him don't meet me at the top, my niggas
In the attic Beast mode, she's in treesh mode
She a baddie and she from the east coast
Heard her mans was so-so, so we reap those
And she got a body count, we eat those
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Look, young nigga on the road Been gettin' money on the low
Road to success and I'm switchin' lanes It's Christmas time but I ain't playin' no
Games Three hoes, and they go everywhere that we
Go Trio's, say they want Suav but she finna get Riqo
She told me before you get out of line, then you
Get shot like a free throw But now if you get out of line, my Haitians will
Get you in Creole
This is a fact, got hated on just because
I was black I'm in a lac, just re'd up and I'm countin
The stacks Yeah, you can't see a nigga, I'm like Johnny Cena
And I smoke that gasoline, she got that Aquafina
Headed down now a nigga up
Life of movies so a nigga stunt
They just mad cause these niggas suck
And I'ma do what I want, hard work beat talent
But you need a lil' luck,
Click on him, if he rollin' up, pull a blick
On him Spray on him, then tell his mom she gon' pray For him
Spin on him, if he talkin' smack, put a lid
On him Piss on him, he a big opp, then shit on him
Look, real Boston shit, just got this shit, just bought this shit like whoa
They on some shit, real gossip shit, real gothic shit like whoa
Shootin' a shot, I feel like Westbrook, just wont miss like whoa
Offense to defense, offense to defense, offense to defense, go
They see the G in me, now shorties wanna come be with me
She ain't believe in me, now shorties wanna be seen with me
Pullin' up in somethin' crazy, now she wanna get crazy
All my niggas be rockin' the latest, all you niggas fugaze
Wrecked, FIFA, in the back, smokin' reefer Bet, seen him, got no chill like Arenas
Pullin' up with some hitters, ski mask when i come through to drill him
He probably die when I hit him, he probably die with no feelin
Yeah, I don't like none of these niggas, man I wan fight some of these niggas, yeah
I don't like none of these niggas, man I'm a little problematic, cause we got some
Static Told him don't meet me at the top, my niggas
In the attic Beast mode, she's in treesh mode
She a baddie and she from the east coast
Heard her mans was so-so, so we reap those
And she got a body count, we eat those
Road to success and I'm switchin' lanes It's Christmas time but I ain't playin' no
Games Three hoes, and they go everywhere that we
Go Trio's, say they want Suav but she finna get Riqo
She told me before you get out of line, then you
Get shot like a free throw But now if you get out of line, my Haitians will
Get you in Creole
This is a fact, got hated on just because
I was black I'm in a lac, just re'd up and I'm countin
The stacks Yeah, you can't see a nigga, I'm like Johnny Cena
And I smoke that gasoline, she got that Aquafina
Headed down now a nigga up
Life of movies so a nigga stunt
They just mad cause these niggas suck
And I'ma do what I want, hard work beat talent
But you need a lil' luck,
Click on him, if he rollin' up, pull a blick
On him Spray on him, then tell his mom she gon' pray For him
Spin on him, if he talkin' smack, put a lid
On him Piss on him, he a big opp, then shit on him
Look, real Boston shit, just got this shit, just bought this shit like whoa
They on some shit, real gossip shit, real gothic shit like whoa
Shootin' a shot, I feel like Westbrook, just wont miss like whoa
Offense to defense, offense to defense, offense to defense, go
They see the G in me, now shorties wanna come be with me
She ain't believe in me, now shorties wanna be seen with me
Pullin' up in somethin' crazy, now she wanna get crazy
All my niggas be rockin' the latest, all you niggas fugaze
Wrecked, FIFA, in the back, smokin' reefer Bet, seen him, got no chill like Arenas
Pullin' up with some hitters, ski mask when i come through to drill him
He probably die when I hit him, he probably die with no feelin
Yeah, I don't like none of these niggas, man I wan fight some of these niggas, yeah
I don't like none of these niggas, man I'm a little problematic, cause we got some
Static Told him don't meet me at the top, my niggas
In the attic Beast mode, she's in treesh mode
She a baddie and she from the east coast
Heard her mans was so-so, so we reap those
And she got a body count, we eat those
Writer: Tariq Tate
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